Lost Dog Returned

My wife took me out to dinner tonight as a thank-you for running down to move the bedframe for her. I always feel a little down after seeing her, kind of a reminder of my failings and loss. On the way home I saw a tiny little dog wandering around a parking lot in the center of town, and pulled in. The dog was a pudgy, scared little Silky Terrier soaked with rain. She had a collar with a phone number, so I called the owner and returned the dog. Now I feel much better.